Crime and punishment in Tuscon

Back to normal in the sun

Playing blackjack in the drive-in

Shooting snake-eyes in the mud

And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone.

They found a body on the race-track;

No identifying signs

In his pocket was a notebook

With a number inside

And Guadalajara's just a few miles down the line.

She adored the broken-hearted

And those who showed her a bad time

They didn't care for her body

They took advantage of her mind.

So they took her ideas and they left her behind.